That's How It Is Lyrics - Singles - Casual

Yo, get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit 

[Incomprehensible] 

I write raps and when niggaz bite, I clap 

'Cos their shit sounds better now 

You done let me down 'cos thought it would be dope 

But instead your shit's dead 

You gets fed to the alligators lurking in the moat 

Peep what I wrote 

You bit so hard I thought your shit was a crock 

But still I'm taxing, axing the competition 

And any wack men I stomp and dis 'em easily 

And you can feel the pressure, plus when I bust MCs'll be 

Trampling each other trying to exit 

When I flex it, the way I wreck shit is not unexpected 

Niggaz just lose when I choose the best crews of MCs 

And turn 'em into refugees 

I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the 

Styles I compiles and cut 'em up like vows 

Think to yourself I write the shit so you can bite the shit 

And I'll know, despite you get props 

To da beat niggaz get dropped 

That's how it was and that's how it is 

That's how it was and that's how it is 

That's how it was and that's how it is 

That's how it was and that's how it is 

Enough with this wackness, enough is my check 

Enough with these motherfuckers biting Das EFX 

I come real when I show skill 

Hey yo, Saafir, you macked on that ho ill 

And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting 

Niggaz forever blasting shots when cash gets hot 

You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just 

Ripping microphones without stating the obvious 

Now how much harder can it get? 

Niggaz try to flow but they soundin' like me 

A year ago shit, old 

Kaput, I got loot 

To the hos I'm cute and so I always got boots 

It's me, so be free to feel the Ivy swing 

More niggaz got my back than Rodney King 

I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write will be exposed to foes 

And everyone will feel fright and you'll run and tell your man 

"Yo, peep this twist, it's real, try to practise" 

But the mack is way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound 

I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down 

Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads 

When niggaz take me dead, I got 'em in line like Stimpy 

Red light slow that shit down, bring it to a halt 

You're wack and it's all your fault 

That's how it was and that's how it is 

That's how it was and that's how it is 

That's how it was and that's how it is 

That's how it was and that's how it is